Looking back now, I see it more as an act of pride than kindness that Cian was so generous to us. Taking us all out to dinner, to movies, or just simply "dropping by to see how we were doing." He wanted to save his pride, but he would never admit that. It was just service to him.
He was always one to please everybody. No one ever knew the deep, raw thoughts that went on in his head because he always seemed to be happy with a mission of making everyone else happy. Elisa was the only one to truly see through him, with her cynical point of view. She knew that he must have had pain in his life; no one could ever be THIS happy ALL the time…surely. But we never believed her.
As I continue to look back, I often wonder…did it really matter that we didn't know his true self? If we had gone on believing that Cian could truly be happy all the time, all the while making everyone else happy, then maybe we could have lived peacefully for that entire summer. He would have come and gone and everything would have been a great adventure. But it would have been a lie…right?
Elisa opened our eyes, and for that, we hate her and we love her. She is my greatest and oldest friend. No matter how many miles or months come between us, nothing changes. During our times apart our friendship is merely on pause, and once reunited, we just press play and give a recap on what went on during the episodes since we met last.
Every time we part I worry that this time it will be different. This time we will actually grow apart. But every time fate brings us together again, I am utterly happy to discover that my prediction was absolutely false.